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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 6:09:54 GMT -5
Rue nodded. That was okay. It wasn’t pain she was afraid of, after all. Pain was temporary. She could endure that. What she was afraid of was dying, really dying, in a way she couldn’t take back or undo. What she was afraid of was the end, no longer existing at all. Her eyes widened, and then a sleepy look came over her, settling comfortably across her body and drawing her in. It was so easy to slip under Myrnin’s influence. So easy to let the tired feeling take over, the warm, comforting feeling of being safe and near sleep. She didn’t fight it. It was okay, It was going to be okay. She didn’t pull away, not even when he lifted her hand. She was sleepy, but not asleep, like being so safe and warm and comfortable that you didn’t want to move at all. Not even when he bit her. She didn’t protest. Her eyes watched him, and she knew what was happening, she understood the feeling of exhaustion that was no longer completely due to hypnosis. She didn’t look away, like watching yourself get a shot, only different. One. Two. Three. Four…. Her heart failed. Blood loss. Her body fell back against the couch, too light for her age, still too small. Her eyes were still open, still frozen with the exact same expression she’d had a moment ago, but missing the thing that made her her. Rue was dead. A second. Two seconds. Four seconds. Eight. Sixteen… It wasn’t clear how long it took. But if Myrnin was reaching out a hand in a storm, then there was something...no, some one there to grab it. A small hand. Maybe just a fingertip. And then Rue was sitting bolt upright, her usual expression gone, her eyes a dark, dark red. Hungry. She had been used to hunger. But nothing like this. Nothing like this at all. She was pushing forward before she could think, her eyes feral, her only thought of the sounds and the colors and the feeling of the clothes she was wearing and the couch she sat on and the hunger, the hunger, the hunger, the hunger.Kelsier | Living Room | Mint “Oh?” Kelsier raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected that reaction. “My apologies. People usually find it interesting when I talk about the people from my world. I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable.” The apology was, for once, sincere. He hadn’t meant to offend. Still, it said a lot about Arthur that he’d taken it that way, didn’t it? He wasn’t really one to pry, or he would have asked more about that. “Fair enough.” He said, nodding. “An interesting take. I haven’t yet met a person who called their world fair. You might be onto something with that.” He tilted his head. “Tell me about your functional world, then.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 6:24:56 GMT -5
A hand pressed her down. Firm and maybe failing a bit, but still there. "Calm yourself," Myrnin hissed, though not unkindly. It would be like telling a feral dog to sit, but he was trying to avoid getting bitten himself. He looked like he was ready to collapse anyway. There wasn't a need for her to bite him, thankful. This had taken more out of him than Hange. More energy. If anyone said vampires lived only off of blood, Myrnin would know they'd never been through this. Life energy was the theory. Whatever similar equivalent you wanted to name. Rue had needed more work. A fingertip, hardly anything to pull her back. It had been close. He wouldn't tell her that. The fangs would hurt the first time she unsheathed them. But Myrnin at least had better blood on him this time. His spare hand found a pocket. He'd been carrying a snack for himself. Or rather a meal. It would do Rue. "Here," he said, shoving it in front of Rue's nose. Instinct would likely do the rest, though it was likely going to be messy. New vampires. His own eyes were red. He hadn't tried to stand, so it was likely a good thing he had better control. He needed blood too, but he'd hold off seeing if he had any of the emergency packages on him. They weren't large enough to do Rue's new found hunger any good, but might take the edge off his. Arthur | Living Room | Hawk "It is interesting," Arthur said, shaking his head slowly. "Just not the comparison. Feel free to talk otherwise." He wanted to know more anyway. About this other world. It didn't make sense on why it existed, but Arthur wasn't going to doubt that it did. "If you had, I would have said that person was delusional," said Arthur with another shrug. "As for my world? It's a bit too large and complex to describe just like that. Any specific questions you have instead?" |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 6:50:59 GMT -5
Rue didn’t calm down. She fought the hand pushing her down, but she couldn’t quite reach him no matter how hard she strained. And she did strain. The hunger was impossible to ignore, stronger than anything she’d ever felt before - not that she’d remember it if she had. Everything in her head was too loud, too much, too fast, too much, and the hunger most off all tore at her from the inside out, demanding to be satisfied. She could smell it. It was driving her mad, smelling it without being able to reach it. The look in her blood red eyes was not human. She unsheathed her fangs. It hurt, but she ignored it, because she was trying to get to the source of that smell and she couldn’t, and that was the only thing left in her brain. She snapped at the air, desperate, and then suddenly it was in front of her and she grabbed it and tore it open, more starved, feral dog than anything else in the way she ripped into it and drank, no longer noticing Myrnin at all. It was messy. More than messy. Blood stained her clothes and her face, splattered across the floor, like a child had been finger painting, but only in crimson. She was finished in seconds, licking greedily at every last drop, and then it was gone and she slowly stopped searching for more as…. “Myr...nin...?” Her eyes shifted, back to her regular dark brown, and she sat there, small and confused and covered from head to toe in blood, her face smudged with the stuff. Kelsier | Living Room | Mint Kelsier didn’t see the need to push it. Instead, he nodded, accepting what the other man said agreeably enough. He didn’t really mind talking about his world, after all, but he was also interested in Arthur’s. How it worked, compared with his own, and others. “Well, I would like to hear more about how your world works in terms of your abilities, for one.” He said, thoughtful. “Allomancy is complicated, and so is most of the abilities I’ve seen around here. I imagine yours is no different. And please, do tell me why, as well as what.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 11:58:56 GMT -5
"That would be me," Myrnin said brightly. Probably more brightly than the messy situation really called for. God he wanted to sleep. Well, not sleep, but lie face first in the ground with a snack and nothing to think about. Because responsibility was looking him in the face and she was looking a bit concerned. He glanced away, as if none of this was any big deal, and patted at his pockets until he found one of the smaller packages of blood. His own fangs pierced the package and he was relieved that he'd come up with the forethought to carry them around. He did look at Rue again. The sight of blood made him hungry, but there wasn't usually a large temptation to go for another vampire. Or really any temptation at all. So long as another human didn't blink in, she'd be fine. If one did, he should be able to hold her back. She was stronger than a human. A whole lot stronger. But there was still strength difference between vampires. She'd likely be more agile than him with training. "You doing better?" he asked around the package, which he took out of his mouth a second later and tossed aside. Littering was bad? Hum. House'd clean it up. He took another package, his own fangs very prominent as he bit into it. He fished out a third and held it out to her. "Want to try that again?" he asked. "Here. All I got." He could at least supply food without the nagging sense of terror. Arthur | Living Room | Hawk "I mean, yes, it is," said Arthur, frowning just a little. "But it's a field of study. Most lines of work are complicated. I suppose the basics is it requires several years of apprenticeship and education. You need to become familiar with the natural world. My 'abilities' aren't anything unique to me. Anyone could do the same if they chose to work down that path and do what is needed. Or be self-taught." That at least was the ways he knew of it. "How does your Allomancy work within society then? There seems to be a disparity between the two." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 12:38:42 GMT -5
Rue blinked. Then she blinked again. Everything felt...different. She felt different. Her surroundings felt different. She was still hungry, but not in the way she had been a few minutes ago. Not the way that was impossible to fight or ignore or work around like she always did. Being hungry was her life, but that? That wasn’t anything she ever wanted to feel again. She watched him eat, her own eyes still very wide and a little confused, like she wasn’t totally sure what had just happened. She had yet to fully realize she was covered in blood, which was probably a good thing while she tried to get used to the feeling of her heart not beating. She stayed still, quietly taking it all in. If there had been a risk, it had worked. She was a vampire. She was actually a vampire. Which meant…. She was stronger now, she could tell. Faster too. She wasn’t completely aware of all the abilities she now possessed, or the consequences. Mostly, she was becoming aware that she was not only hungry, but splattered in the remains of her last meal. It should have disturbed her. It did, on some level, because well, she was covered in blood and she didn’t even know whose it was. But there was no body. And Myrnin wouldn’t have let her hurt anyone. Right? “Yeah.” She said wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve. She was better. She felt better, anyway. The new vampire reached forward and accepted the blood, holding it carefully. Then she extended her fangs, which cut into her lower lip. She winced as blood tricked down her chin and opened her mouth wider, then bit into the package, managing to make a much neater job of it this time. “Thank you.” She said quietly when she was done, and it wasn’t just because of the blood. “Thank you, Myrnin.” Kelsier | Living Room | Mint “Oh, that is a difference.” Kelsier noted, considering that for a moment. “Allomancy is a field of study as well, but you also have to be born with it. Hence the term ‘Mistborn’. It’s something you either have or you don’t, and then you can hone it if you have it. There are also Mistings, people who can only burn one metal, instead of all of them like I can. They’re also born, not made.” He tapped his fingers together. “So are many people able to do what you can?” He asked curiously. “If anyone is capable, it seems like a lot of people would take advantage of that.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 13:06:15 GMT -5
It was a better reaction than he had been expecting. Truthfully, he'd almost expected screaming. He'd had screaming before. That didn't take the weight away. Far from it. It almost added to it. Screaming might have been easier to work from. This just made him lapse into silence for several seconds. He considered her. Her face would never change. She would. She'd grow - in a way - up in a body that wouldn't match her mind. Maybe already had long before this. "Don't thank me just yet," he said. He remained sitting, or whatever position he had ended up in. It wasn't standing and that was all he cared about. He tossed the last package away and relaxed a little. Better. Still like someone had run him over with a car, but better. "There's a lot left," he murmured. "To think about." He glanced sideways at her. "Rest a bit. Or rather don't move too much. Your body is still catching up." He sniffed. Mostly just the smell of blood and the reminents of fear. His voice sounded tired. Arthur | Living Room | Hawk "Not as many as you would expect," said Arthur with a shrug. "The field gets more complicated each generation. The study period gets longer, the details more complicated, the stakes higher. On average, I'd say there are about one to two alchemist per local neighborhood in the city I live in. World wide there are a good number." He waved a hand vaguely around. "Think of what I can do as a limited resource. You can take something from it, but can't put anything back. You use up a construct, then it becomes harder to create something with a similar construct." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 13:29:41 GMT -5
Maybe a different little girl would have screamed. Maybe Rue herself would have, once, long before all this. When she’d still cried and begged to turn the TV off during the Games, when she hadn’t yet killed anyone, when her family hadn’t depended solely on her to survive. She searched his eyes, looking for any sign that he regretted what he’d just done. “No, I mean it. Thank you.” She said firmly, and she almost stood up, but her body protested strongly enough when she merely shifted to rule that out. “Whatever happens next, whatever this...means, you’ve given me something to work with. A future. I’d much rather have a complicated future than no future at all.” She still felt fairly terrible, but it was hard to say whether that was a side effect of turning itself, or whether she was just catching up to it all. This would take a great deal of getting used to, more than she had expected, but that was okay. She was okay with whatever this meant. She was going to live. “Yeah, good idea.” She agreed, and leaned back against the couch, not minding the fact that she was smearing it with even more blood. There was a lot to think about. She’d made her decision quickly, maybe too quickly, but she’d been so afraid of blinking back before she had her chance. She didn’t need to worry about that now. It was all catching up to her and it was making her head spin. “Are you okay?” She added after a moment, frowning. He still hadn’t moved, and he sounded tired. Kelsier | Living Room | Mint “I would be one, if I were in your world.” Kelsier decided, in spite of everything he’d just heard. So it was hard, and there were risks. That was kind of his life, wasn’t it? What was life without stakes? And he couldn’t imagine letting such an ability pass him by, He listened, nodding as Arthur explained. It made sense, in a complicated sort of way. “Sounds fascinating.” He said, leaning forward slightly to look at the alchemist better. “So a bit like Allomancy in that for everyone action, there’s an equal reaction.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 14:03:38 GMT -5
Myrnin | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®Myrnin just gave her a thumbs up at this point. He'd take the thanks in three hundred years or so. See what happened then. Maybe even by this point he would have stumbled away and not seen Rue for another three hundred years. But that was hard to do here. It made him feel ... squirmy. So he was just sitting there quietly when she asked the question. "Uuuum. I'll be fine. It's just difficult to do what I did. Taxing," he said. Then yawned. All fangy and everything. Then he retracted them again. "Think what you're feeling, but then multiply it by three and take away the sensory overload. Luckily I don't have the latter. Everything's good." Yes, no explanation about the senses thing. She'd just have to notice for herself that everything was louder, smellier (for lack of a better word), and that the texture against her hand was now more detailed than it could possibly be. Also the fact blood tasted good likely wasn't in the memo either. Arthur | Living Living | Hawk "You seem a bit too flashy for that," Arthur said, a fair bit bluntly. "There are a lot of things to be said about the job, but that's got a lot to do with what you put into it." He let both eyebrows rise ... then fall. There was a lot of things going on in his world then. "And what's this 'burning metal' then? I can't say I know anything about what that means." Also he wasn't sure what to make of Kelsier in general. He was odd - personality wise, that was.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 14:34:19 GMT -5
Rue nodded, too tired to really work out all that he probably meant by that. As long as neither of them was actively dying, she would take it at the moment. It was all catching up to her, all the consequences of what she’d just done. Or allowed him to do, rather. She watched him, her eyes careful, but she was also feeling everything else at the same time. Since it was quiet, it was mostly the smells she was noticing, but her own and Myrnin’s voices also sounded different. Louder. “Sorry.” She said instinctively. He’d done something difficult, for her, after all. She watched him yawn, then yawned too, extending her own fangs by accident. It took her a couple of seconds to figure out how to retract them, but she did figure it out. She nodded again, deciding to take him at his word for the moment. “I didn’t expect to feel so weird.” She murmured, half to Myrnin and half to herself. “Everything is so much...more, now. Your voice is louder and I can smell you. And the blood.” The blood. She looked at the mess she’d made. But what could she say about it? She didn’t know whether she wanted to be dangerous, but she’d take that over being dead any day. Kelsier | Living Room | Mint Kelsier frowned. He may have been flashy, yes, but that wasn’t all he was. “Seems like a bit of an assumption on your part, doesn’t it? How long have you known me?” He pointed out, sounding the least bit offended. It didn’t stay for long, though. He was happy enough to talk about Allomancy. “I ingest metals. That’s where I get my abilities.” He explained. “Part of being Mistborn means my body is naturally capable of burning those metals, which just means using them up when I use my powers. Different metals give different abilities, and the way you use them in a fight is deeply strategic.” |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 15:45:44 GMT -5
"Yes, well ... given time, you'll be able to pick out what sort of blood it is," said Myrnin, bracing his head up with his hand against his knee. "As for the volume I'm speaking, your ears will adjust. You're brain has changed to accept more input and the expanded senses will become second nature within a couple years. For me they're first nature, so I suppose hold out on that." More of a science lesson than anything practical. Good job, Myrnin. He wasn't even aware that it wasn't very useful. He'd just done and said what he'd done and said. "No sorries," he said after a second. There were enough sorries and none of them should belong to her. Her world, yes. Maybe to him too. Not her though. Arthur | Living Living | Hawk "Fair point," Arthur said, eyebrow arching. Then he nodded a bit. "Apologies." It was acceptably apologetic. To his mind at least. "Ah?" Arthur said, as if eating metal was only a bit within his range of possibility. "And how does your body do that then?" He didn't expect that there was any biological reasoning that matched his understanding of it. But he asked anyway. There was a lot to be said for that. Curiosity. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 16:05:10 GMT -5
Rue considered that. She was only somewhat aware of the fact that people had different sorts of blood, but it made sense, and she didn’t question it. She was somehow both tired and very, very awake, and as her body recovered, she felt her strength grow. It was going to take a while to get used to, she knew, but she also knew she was good at adapting. And wasn’t this just one more impossible thing? She hesitated, then nodded. “No sorries.” She agreed. There was no point in being sorry for this, not when she had made her decision. Not when she would stand by it. She was sure, she was sure this was what she wanted. She didn’t know the consequences yet. Not all of them. But she knew the fate she’d just escaped, and that was enough. Kelsier | Living Room | Mint “Accepted.” Kelsier said easily. He could show his scars, or recount the tales from his past, but he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t know Arthur, and his secrets belonged only to him and who he chose to share them with. “I’m not completely sure.” He admitted. “I just know that it does. See?” The Mistborn pulled out a small vial of liquid with small filings at the bottom. “I drink this. It’s an alcohol solution with bits of different metals in it, and my body processes the metals and gives me my abilities.” It was the best explanation he could give, considering he didn’t know the biology of it all. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 17:04:58 GMT -5
Good. That was acceptable to Myrnin. He wasn't sure there was anything else to say. But he did look back at Rue. Frowned. Then he took off his hat and dropped it onto her head. The coat came a second later. She looked like she could drown in it. "Keep bundled," he said. Also with no explanation. Maybe he'd have given one. But he blinked out. Arthur | Living Living | Hawk That was rather disappointing. Arthur frowned at Kelsier and sighed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I don't think such a thing exists where I'm from. But it is an interesting process. The properties of gold are used and ingesting them is said to bring about healing, but I am not aware if such powers that you seem to process are within the bounds other than that of the imagination." It was his best way of phrasing it. "Is there anything else which you can do? The rules, for example." |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 19:51:12 GMT -5
Rue blinked, startled as she was suddenly wearing a hat and a coat much too big for her. She didn’t understand what he was talking about, or why he had suddenly decided this was a good idea, but she wasn’t about to question it too much. Then she blinked out, returning to deal with the consequences of her actions in her own world. Kelsier | Living Room | Mint “There’s a great deal I can do.” Kelsier explained, deciding how best to phrase this. He considered for a moment, then continued. “Well, as I said, for every action there is an equal reaction. This forms the basis of Allomancy. I can use iron to Push metal away from me, still to Pull them towards me. I can use pewter to enhance my physical abilities, and tin, my senses. I can also influence emotions, either Soothing them or Rioting them, but I can’t actually change what you’re feeling, or give you a new emotion or thought. That would be beyond my abilities.” He took a breath, and smiled. “Any questions?” |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 23, 2020 21:16:06 GMT -5
Vincent blinked into the room looking slightly less prepared for social interaction than usual; as he was missing his jacket and his tie was rest around his shoulders, untied. He gave pause to look around the empty living room for a moment, then sighed as he briefly ran his fingers through his hair, sweeping what he could out of his face.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 21:32:49 GMT -5
Rue | Living Room | Anyoneeeeeee Rue blinked in, crouched on the ground, her legs drawn close to her chest, She didn’t move as she appeared. It had been seconds,..seconds since she’d blinked in last. Was that common? She’d been blinking in more and more frequently, lately, which she had thought meant she was going to die soon. There was a reason she had been so sure it was coming, and it wasn’t just because this plan was full of holes she was forced to ignore, Not now, though. She still felt...different. Hungry. Her clothes felt odd against her skin, and the smells of the House assaulted her, things she had no words for. She could tell so many things now. She turned as someone else caught her attention. Human. She was startled to discover she could hear his heartbeat, smell the blood in his veins...and she was hungry, She got to her feet slowly, hugging herself, staring at the only other person there. Her impulse was to attack, but she wasn’t so hungry that she couldn’t resist that. At least the House had cleaned her up when it had sent her back. She didn’t speak. She just stood there, hugging herself |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 23, 2020 22:13:51 GMT -5
Vincent turned his head as someone blinked in, staring down at the stranger’s futile form from across the room. His cold eyes focused on her for several seconds before she lifted her gaze, his chin lifting slightly the moment her eyes left the floor - as they were instantly locked on his figure. He maintained eye contact as she stood, brow slightly creased as he struggled to gauge her demeanor. His weight shifted slightly, moving away from one hip so he was balanced on the soles of his feet. He looked away after a moment, giving an unimpressed once over the new guy, letting out a dully amused sigh. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked Rue directly, glancing back towards her and ignoring Steve.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 22:21:10 GMT -5
Rue stood still, very aware that someone else had blinked in as well, but focused almost entirely on the first person, for the sole reason that he had caught her attention first. She watched him, listening to the steady thu thump, thu thump, thu thump of his heart. He didn’t seem to be afraid of her. Well...she didn’t look that scary, probably, now that she was no longer covered in blood and half starved. Her body was eerily still, her expression careful as she considered him. She would usually be afraid of someone like him. She still was, in a way. But she was also very aware that if he tried to hurt her, she could probably fight back. It was...a strangely incredible feeling, not being helpless. She blinked at the question, her body still, her expression frozen into something between wary and hungry. “Nothing.” She answered after a moment. “Nothing is wrong with me.” She meant it. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 22:43:45 GMT -5
Myrnin | Living Room | just blinked in, so most everyone As if one semi-hungry vampire wasn't enough, this one was cranky. He blinked in, holding a coffee and a small bag of donuts, rummaging around in a purse, and truly managing poorly but somehow still managing to keep ahold of everything. The hat Myrnin wore was adorned with bright, fake fruits, which completely hid his short hair and part of his face. The outfit itself was the curse that was clearly woman's pants, because they lacked pockets, and then a biker's vest over a ripped floral long-sleeved shirt. The shoes we wont speak of, other than saying "flamingoes." With that in mind, this was Myrnin. Considering he still looked a bit like a train had hit him, either not a lot of time had passed or he was just running on lack of sleep. He looked around the room lazily, first looking at Steve (hungrily), then at Vincent (he may or may not have make a goofy expression), aaaaaaaaaaand then Rue. Oh. Oh shoot. If he could have been able to sweat he would have been. "Donuts?" he offered, pointing at bag and still somehow managing to hold onto the purse and the coffee. Everything was fiiiiiiiiiine. |
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Post by Lark on Nov 23, 2020 22:59:07 GMT -5
Steve | Living Room | not vibing and concerned
"That's one way to start a conversation." Steve scoffed at how straight to the point Vincent had come across. Manners set aside, he ran a hand through his. Ruffled up hair. In accordance to his wretched timing the young teen had half of his face covered either in bruises or blood. Practically bait for the weirdo in a green sweater starinf at him. He pripped himaelf uo against the bookshelf, trying to avoid laying his head back on the books. A drink would swallow up the pain but he can already hear Nan - there was no point thinking of her. Not after what he had done so carelessly. Vince paid him little mind by the looks of it but it was better than complacency. "Uh, no thanks, man." Steve brow furrowed, it hadn't come across his own mind to blindly accept treats. No matter how appealing they were. Greenie was already ralking up a storm regardless of the donuts, anyone dense enough could see something going on in that seemingly empty head.
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 23, 2020 23:06:53 GMT -5
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 23, 2020 23:10:44 GMT -5
Vincent’s eyes narrowed at the girl, tuning out Steve periodically as he scoured her face for a reaction more revealing than her words. He looked away a few seconds after she spoke, not commenting on her response. He turned his focus on Steve, giving him a more thorough look over. Given the condition of the kid’s face, he likely had a similar attitude in his own word, and had paid for it pretty nastily. Instead of replying, he curled his lip slightly in repulse and looked away from the unpleasant spectacle.
The blond raised his eyebrows as Myrnin appeared, staring blankly when the vampire looked at him and then blinking rapidly as he processed what the hell he was wearing. He shook of his surprise quickly, however, and watched curiously as he turned to the same girl.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 23, 2020 23:28:19 GMT -5
Rue | Living Room | everyone Rue glanced at the blinker with the blood on his face, scanning him quickly. The sight and smell of blood made her even hungrier, and she almost started towards him, but she stayed where she was. She was already adapting to her new senses, though everything was still so much more than she was used to. She looked up as Myrnin blinked in. Normally, she would have leapt at the opportunity for free, not stolen food, but that wasn’t what she was hungry for anymore. She didn’t say anything. She was watching everyone, wondering whether anyone would realize that she was no longer human. Not that they would necessarily have known she was human to begin with. She shook her head slightly. She was still the same person she’d been before. She was still Rue. The only difference was that she was no longer a lost cause. She considered breaking the silence, but decided against it. Instead she silently approached Myrnin and accepted a donut. Old habits, she supposed. |
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Post by --cato phoenix on Nov 23, 2020 23:43:33 GMT -5
 A rather nervous-looking young woman with wavy ginger hair appeared in the room, seeming as if she were shrinking away from someone, her head lowered and her gaze focused on the floor. Not realizing that she’d blinking at first, she continued to sign ‘Sorry’ a few times before realizing what had happened. She raised her head a bit, green eyes growing wider as she recognized the living room, but not it’s current occupants. There had been a point when she’d thought it had just been something she’d imagined, but then she’d suddenly found herself again only a week ago. It had been so brief and hadn’t looked anything the parts of the House she’d been used to, but it was still something. She hesitantly moved closer to the others, her shoeless feet making no sound as she approached, looking for a blinker or blinkers who were separate from the main group.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 23, 2020 23:50:32 GMT -5
Living room | Whosmtever "No. I don't need any data on how fast you detonated those machines. We're supposed to be fishing! Not to mention all the noise is scaring them away!" 7S called back at the male voice piping up from somewhere behind her. The question itself was seemingly innocent enough, yet the other YoRHa's jesting delivery showed how it was purposely meant to distract her during their daily report. Turning back to her displays, "As usual, p-please ignore the background interference. I'll reprimand 6S for his behavior once we're finished... here." Despite starting off the report with a more serious demeanor, cracks were beginning to appear in her efforts to maintain it the longer things continued, and it was obvious she was holding back a snort of laughter. And then, another small explosion erupted out of sight, and a round object with two flashing eye ports passed barely a foot away from her head, causing what little was left of her facade to finally shatter all the way. Not a second later, probably to her benefit, 7S blinked into the living room just as she let out a loud snicker, her comms going dead and vanishing from sight before 14O possibly caught the act. Trying to compose herself again, the S type coughed into her elbow to disperse her pent up laughter, but judging by the dumb smile she still wore after, her efforts were only halfway successful. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 23, 2020 23:51:37 GMT -5
"Ill-advised," Myrnin said at once, plucking the donut from her grip. She clearly hadn't had experience with human food yet, otherwise she'd know better than trying it with so little hesitation. There was no way she'd gotten used to it with how scruffy she still looked. He assumed the House must have cleaned her up a bit, because she looked exactly the same. Still, he had to have a bit of pity. He shoved the coffee in her direction. This close, even she'd have to be able to smell that a majority of it was blood. "Take that," he said. He took a bit of his stolen donut. Well, stolen now. The taste was of course far stronger - eye-wateringly so for a human he was sure. The coffee wouldn't taste as good if it wasn't coffee and was just straight blood, but you took what you could. He frowned at Steve as he chewed. "Someone punch you in the face?" he asked. Thus far apparently no one had noticed. He could see Vincent abusing this as a weakness. Which at once meant his brain was working on a way to null that potential edge. Then Vyra blinked in and Myrnin at once brightened around his donut. "Vyra!" he said excitedly, waving. Good! Someone else he knew who was a friend. A good note about Myrnin now was, as he tilted back his head to wave, the dark look in his eyes became obvious. He was tired. Very. Truly, he should have probably taken half the coffee, but he'd been too busy stealing the donut back. Ah well. Appearing very soon after was someone else who seemed to perk him up. "7S! Hey! Do you want a donut?" |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Nov 24, 2020 0:08:08 GMT -5
Rue blinked as the donut was plucked from her fingers before she could bite into it. She looked questioningly up at him, not understanding why she wasn’t supposed to...oh. That was one thing she hadn’t seen coming. Apparently human food wasn’t something she could have anymore. Not that she was really hungry for it anyway, which was a very strange feeling, but it was still a little disconcerting that she couldn’t even eat it if she wanted to. Then Myrnin took a bite and she paused. Wait...so vampires could eat human food? Maybe it was something about being a new vampire. She didn’t know how old he was, after all. She had no idea. She accepted the coffee instead, taking a large mouthful immediately, and then relaxing a little as it soothed the hunger. She could tell it was mostly blood, not coffee, which made sense. “Thanks.” She said quietly, giving a small, grateful smile. She didn’t want to go attacking anyone, even if she now theoretically could. She glanced around at the others, noticing the new girl as she blinked in, and taking another small swallow of the blood coffee. She glanced back at the blond man. He was making her a little bit nervous. He seemed to be able to tell there was something off about her, though she didn’t think she’d met him before now, so he wouldn’t know she was any different. Still...she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from people now that she wasn’t human anymore. |
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Post by Lark on Nov 24, 2020 0:43:48 GMT -5
Steve | Living Room | answers @mintedstar/fur and walks out Steve watched, maybe if you squinted hard enough you could see a small smirk form on his cut lips. Byers' handiwork was impressive that it made the sour blonde turn away. Not the reaction he wanted, but welcomed it when Vince kept his attention on the girl. He may not have known the man but he was off putting in his own stalkerish kind of way there was no way he could be bothered to pester him. Today was full of surprises when the donut man piped up. "Yeah?" His brown eyes sharpened on Myrnin. "Yeah I got punched." He shrugged his shoulders in response no matter how much it made his body hurt. Reaffirming what had happened to him was some how cathartic in the worst way possible. Maybe this was a ploy. To make him an even bigger idiot than he was already. Probably to show off how he shouldn't open his mouth with that kind of attitude. It wouldn't surprise him. Not as much as two other people blinked in not exactly garnering his undivided attention, even if they both acted odd in their own ways. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Nov 24, 2020 0:49:10 GMT -5
Vincent continued to observe the others in silence, taking a few steps backwards as the room got more cluttered. His expression remained difficult to read, though he was quick to dodge away to a more isolated position where no one stood near his back. Feeling more comfortable with everyone in his peripheral: he watched the room in disinterest, glancing towards the hallway periodically.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Nov 24, 2020 1:38:52 GMT -5
Perking up even more herself when a familiar voice hit her ears, "Myrnin! Hey!" 7S hummed happily, directing a short wave towards the vampire. How long had it been since her last meeting with him? A few months her time? Heck her last blink felt like ages ago too... She spotted another person standing nearby as well, a human girl from appearance. It didn't take long, however, for 7S' sensors to discern she wasn't quite what she seemed, for like the man standing beside her, she had no heartbeat. Hmm, a vampiric friend of his perhaps? They did seem to know each other, based on how they casually they were interacting, sharing their food and such. Like all new faces the Scanner met, she automatically added this one to her files on the House as well. She began to head towards the pair, intending on joining up with them for causal conversation. "Donut? That's a... human confection, right? Sure, I'll-" That was, until she was close enough to pick up the scent rising from the inconspicuous cup Myrnin had given the girl, causing her to freeze in her tracks. If her eyes hadn't been hidden beneath her visor, the other blinkers would've plainly seen the utter horror reflected in their light blue irises. The rest of her face though, betrayed nothing but a few stray beads of sweat. "Ah... You know, nevermind that for now. I can always try one later!" She finished with a short laugh, shaking her head. Per usual though, her voice kept it's jovial tone too, despite it's speakers ongoing emotional turmoil. "I heard a recipe for new coffee brew from one of the other Operators today, 7S! Supposedly if you add a flower called Nerium Oleander in the mix, it was able to keep a human awake for days! Will you bring me some next time you're free? I totally have to make you some, then you'll have no trouble on those more laid back assignments.""So how have things been with you lately?" The S type casually glanced away, looking more like she was simply taking in the room around them, instead of trying pretend there was nothing resembling coffee nearby. "And I see you have a friend with you. You'll have to introduce us!" She hummed, genuinely interested in properly meeting this new vampire. Even here in the house, the undead weren't a common sight, making that desire even stronger. Amidst her visual wondering, 7S' gaze found its way to the other girl in the room, who was trying to inch her way closer to the group. Hmm, There was something familiar about her...oh! A quick memory scan revealed that it was Vyra, alhough she was older now then the last time they had met. After recognizing her, the Scanner offered another small wave, albeit more subdued then the first. The girl had aged, after all. It was possible she had forgotten the two's meeting. Punched? 7S' attention was momentarily stolen away by yet another voice, this one addressing Myrnin. Taking a peek towards the source, she was greeted by a young man, who'd... definitely seen better days. A frown of concern tugged her smile down a few notches. "A-are you alright? That looks like it came from more then just one 'punch'." Internal scans didn't reveal any major internal damage, so that was a relief. "Were you in the middle of a battle?" |
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